Wlliam Gilmore Simms
The Cub of the Panther: A Hunter Legend of the ''Old North State'' >> Chapter Four: The Deer and Deer Hunters on the Trail >> Page 62

image of pageExplore Inside

Page 62

Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription CHAPTER FOUR
INTO THE COLD, thin air of the morning, nearly an hour preceding the dawn, the two hunters stood upon the side of the mountain ledges, looking vacantly down into the great hollows which bounded
each several height. The mists were reeking up from these narrow val-
leys in a vast sea of vapor, which fairly shrouded the prospect. The few
stars which were visible were paling rapidly, and, with wan aspects, were
trooping away to the west, like so many ghosts hieing to their graves, at
the approaching first grey aspects of the oriental day.
All was silent; no voice of bird or beast, from height or hollow, her-
alded the coming light. But, as the hunters looked down into the gorges,
and meditated their plans for the hunt, they well knew that, in the deep
thickets of laurel the bay which filled those hollows, there harbored
vast herds of the black and brown bear, the deer, the panther and the
wild turkey, all legitimate prey to their dogs and rifles, and which, in
each precinct, the hunter considered as so much property, in esse, to be
reduced, at their pleasure, into possession. It was but a work of time.
Of the plans of our two hunters for the day's sport we need say
nothing. These were all proposed by Sam Fuller, and ready assent was
given by Mike Baynam.
Sam labored under no diverting influences of passion or fancy, to
distract his operations as a hunter eager after game, and already calcu-
lating on large sales of family-cured bear and deer hams for the con-
tiguous village markets.